Tipsy
So much seems to have fallen
In my lap.
So much change that needs to
Happen - and fast.
So much progress that is invisible to see.
So much of what I do is what if, and what could be.
Visions I see seem invisible to others.
Visions I see are just impossible to recover.
Visions of beauty, community and faith –
Slipping through my hands at increasing rates.
So much life
In days and in lores.
So much effort and input
and chores.
So much is uncertain and teetering me.
Visions I see are the opposite of
What eyes witness and what ears document.
Visions of restoration, recreation and right.
It all will happen, but rush it and maybe not might.
Rushing deters the dreams of what could be and what should be with love.
Slow down to nurture, to tend to too - with patient gardener's gloves.
The garden I tend isn't filled with hoes and carts.
The garden I work in is the unpredictable human heart.
Copyright T.L. Eastman 2007
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